High Poetry

the softness around this transient now no need for how golden translucence shimmers with a rainbow hue with surrender perfection is shown in all we do bliss, ecstacy, yes, oh yes nothing more, nothing less just being transcendent seeing Sign in to see full entry.

There I am looking through him Here I am as a girl named Kim There I am as a bird as I am the song being heard Look at me as you The stillness behind the who I'm the silent music in all An eternal hall Into every form I flow And so Here I am I am Sign in to see full entry.

I am this screen for it is seen and as I blink, the history of creation is revealed in the space between Sign in to see full entry.

This feeling so pure This universal cure This stillness so true In everything I do Nothing to fight No need to be right Just being aware An eternal stare With surrender I purposefully be Desireless and free Sign in to see full entry.

it is not about possession it is not a conditional obsession it is not a drama worried about karma it is not a controlling game finding new ways to blame it seeks not to gain by hording pleasure and pushing pain so go beyond right and wrong transcend duality and hear its song it is apart and as one... Sign in to see full entry.

as I think and link oblivious to the wisdom of a blink it becomes my story my illusion of pity or glory the more I link, the more I think firm in my story until pain brings it to its brink with laughter and tears I learn what's true is beyond a thought's glue and even the very concept of "true" Sign in to see full entry.

doubt is a friend allowing you to make amends thank your friend for his words but escape the fear-ruled herds doubt isn't a jailor it's infinity's tailor Sign in to see full entry.

Life is a projection Of your choice's inner direction All you need do is be clear Make finite of the sheer The process of creation Is one of elimination Yet fear not You still have infinity's lot To recreate if you wish Feast on your eternal dish Sign in to see full entry.

light makes an impression on the dark giving our reality its bark and we keep on beaming "the permanent" illusively seeming a change of focus and will altering the sculpture of scatter and spill it's of your own sight your infinite might Sign in to see full entry.